Violin Class

January 30, 2008

By Brandon O., Greer, SC

A rampaging crowd of anxiety Outside the door Temptation running wild To burst the door open and play through the wind The antecedent class is over The terrified children rush out With an expression that would kill the mightiest people.

The teacher rushes out to do who knows what The next class is finally in and all to hear is “Click, click, click” or “zipppp, zipppp, zipppp” Then the tremendously loud tone of a deadly monster appears It is the tuning tone for all to hear The room is louder than ever when the Cellos start to tune. If not perfect the teacher will turn to you And let’s just determine that you won’t want to be you.

The master comes in and asserts in a terrifying voice “Do Your Tonalizations!” Then finally the most beautiful sound you will ever hear A symphony playing in unison All is calm and the masters are tranquil.

Then come the dreaded scales and rhythms The room stirs up with sighs and groans And the teacher says now it’s a quiz. The class plays through and then the worst is through.

Finally we play a song we spend an eternity on each song The sounds are beautiful, evil, frightening, and mellow We end with a song that all can play And then the rush is on to get out for the day Everyone like animals jumps up and packs up While the teacher yells “PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE!”

This class of which many dread is actually the dream Of the ones who want to succeed. In this class room of learning many things can go wrong But most of them can be fixed by the master Who is the best of them all.

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